| Song | Lil Sum Sum |
| Artist | Do or Die |
| Album | Headz Or Tailz |
| 作曲 : D. Smith/Samuel Lindley | |
| mic check | |
| mic check | |
| mic check | |
| cmon | |
| I'm a professional, pimpin like rational | |
| Worldwide, but it's national | |
| you betta ask them hoes | |
| and ask them clothes | |
| who dat smokin beeds | |
| talkin bout she fast to go | |
| and blow like Curtis | |
| double off in the lex | |
| let me see if she worth it | |
| gettin by so perfect | |
| gettin by so perfect | |
| last year I was mackin | |
| we climbed but you grabbed too | |
| DJ play the slow jams | |
| sippin Don | |
| never bro-ham | |
| oh damn, smokin beeds | |
| smokin beeds in my lex-land | |
| pass the beeds to the next man | |
| put it out in the next hand | |
| police on my day bew | |
| now who's them pimps that stay true | |
| they do, uh huh motherfucker we done made you | |
| so you can blaze too | |
| its the pimp that laid you | |
| i know you see me in the video's | |
| and the radio reconition like a center fold | |
| analize to a nigga bigga flow | |
| its the hoes with the tight shhh | |
| they used to the right shhh | |
| baby girl hit your lights quick | |
| see would the mic fit | |
| say hello some some | |
| check1 check2 brand new | |
| and its all for you | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Bump the ac' through the vents | |
| Still ridin with the darker 10 | |
| If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense | |
| Well hit the beed' and let me do my limp | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| (uh-huh) Baby girl where the mob at (uh-huh) | |
| you can get paid where the jobs at | |
| ho'in aint the word disreguard that | |
| 3 men in the cad straight dime sacks | |
| and their gators on, now who started that? | |
| must of been a PO P | |
| standing on you P cuz a brotha makin mo cheese | |
| and i reach to the door like oldies | |
| saw me in the club | |
| better night then i hope is | |
| Do you wanna have sex? | |
| lay back in the lex | |
| 2 rules in effect | |
| no stains on the seats | |
| strap up with the tex | |
| just tell me what you wanna do | |
| but you know a brotha want you | |
| flip a penny if we want to | |
| Heads or tails on the scale, even if a brotha fails | |
| I'll be losing clientele, but I'm still back to haunt you | |
| baby girl come chill with me | |
| you could learn a lot of skills with me | |
| lay back and be real with me | |
| make money on the side | |
| we can dine and collide | |
| like it's supposed to be | |
| what it ment to me? | |
| cuz you still need a man to | |
| make plans to advance you | |
| take a chance and you'll dance too | |
| uh-huh | |
| mic check mic check | |
| brand new | |
| and its all for you | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| I know you're lookin for the top notch | |
| Hennessey take 2 shots, Alize just a few drops | |
| our pimpin nation not to block | |
| get a fade and amazed when we do shots | |
| get the digits to my new spot | |
| not the old gotta new flaw | |
| come in pairs like 2 socks | |
| me and you against the world like 2pac | |
| and i hope you got your crew locked | |
| can we puff to 2 glocks | |
| why you actin like your too sharp | |
| in the caddy get you juice-nark | |
| better known as A to the mother fucking K | |
| and um if its love that he want | |
| theres no faded umm | |
| See I'm a pimp and it's all mine | |
| you dropped your man now your all mine | |
| I'ma player so it takes time | |
| defeat the purpose let me greet you | |
| better yet say the name and I'ma meet you | |
| PHD with a see through | |
| did he pay? so we move | |
| baby girl just speak smooth | |
| haters hate what we do | |
| paper chasing for thee group | |
| Well let me go back to front, front to back | |
| in her face did I do that? | |
| get the philly's and the green from the back | |
| got the good game from the breeze and the macks | |
| to the mall and yes, gotta ball, gotta dress | |
| domp hat with the rest | |
| head shoes and the vest clothes that I | |
| suppose that I put em all to the test | |
| but you can never be me though | |
| you can learn as we grow | |
| spittin game with a neat flow | |
| but i never play games turn around pretty cheap hoes | |
| CD's where the weed go? | |
| and i love the way she ride and collide with her deap throat | |
| remember me in the C-A-D-I double L we ride | |
| down the ave and the AC's high | |
| you can walk or do you wanna ride | |
| get high, you and I (uh-huh) | |
| Mic check 1 2, and it's all for you | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuò qǔ : D. Smith Samuel Lindley | |
| mic check | |
| mic check | |
| mic check | |
| cmon | |
| I' m a professional, pimpin like rational | |
| Worldwide, but it' s national | |
| you betta ask them hoes | |
| and ask them clothes | |
| who dat smokin beeds | |
| talkin bout she fast to go | |
| and blow like Curtis | |
| double off in the lex | |
| let me see if she worth it | |
| gettin by so perfect | |
| gettin by so perfect | |
| last year I was mackin | |
| we climbed but you grabbed too | |
| DJ play the slow jams | |
| sippin Don | |
| never broham | |
| oh damn, smokin beeds | |
| smokin beeds in my lexland | |
| pass the beeds to the next man | |
| put it out in the next hand | |
| police on my day bew | |
| now who' s them pimps that stay true | |
| they do, uh huh motherfucker we done made you | |
| so you can blaze too | |
| its the pimp that laid you | |
| i know you see me in the video' s | |
| and the radio reconition like a center fold | |
| analize to a nigga bigga flow | |
| its the hoes with the tight shhh | |
| they used to the right shhh | |
| baby girl hit your lights quick | |
| see would the mic fit | |
| say hello some some | |
| check1 check2 brand new | |
| and its all for you | |
| Chorus | |
| Bump the ac' through the vents | |
| Still ridin with the darker 10 | |
| If it don' t make dollars then it don' t make sense | |
| Well hit the beed' and let me do my limp | |
| Verse 2 | |
| uhhuh Baby girl where the mob at uhhuh | |
| you can get paid where the jobs at | |
| ho' in aint the word disreguard that | |
| 3 men in the cad straight dime sacks | |
| and their gators on, now who started that? | |
| must of been a PO P | |
| standing on you P cuz a brotha makin mo cheese | |
| and i reach to the door like oldies | |
| saw me in the club | |
| better night then i hope is | |
| Do you wanna have sex? | |
| lay back in the lex | |
| 2 rules in effect | |
| no stains on the seats | |
| strap up with the tex | |
| just tell me what you wanna do | |
| but you know a brotha want you | |
| flip a penny if we want to | |
| Heads or tails on the scale, even if a brotha fails | |
| I' ll be losing clientele, but I' m still back to haunt you | |
| baby girl come chill with me | |
| you could learn a lot of skills with me | |
| lay back and be real with me | |
| make money on the side | |
| we can dine and collide | |
| like it' s supposed to be | |
| what it ment to me? | |
| cuz you still need a man to | |
| make plans to advance you | |
| take a chance and you' ll dance too | |
| uhhuh | |
| mic check mic check | |
| brand new | |
| and its all for you | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3 | |
| I know you' re lookin for the top notch | |
| Hennessey take 2 shots, Alize just a few drops | |
| our pimpin nation not to block | |
| get a fade and amazed when we do shots | |
| get the digits to my new spot | |
| not the old gotta new flaw | |
| come in pairs like 2 socks | |
| me and you against the world like 2pac | |
| and i hope you got your crew locked | |
| can we puff to 2 glocks | |
| why you actin like your too sharp | |
| in the caddy get you juicenark | |
| better known as A to the mother fucking K | |
| and um if its love that he want | |
| theres no faded umm | |
| See I' m a pimp and it' s all mine | |
| you dropped your man now your all mine | |
| I' ma player so it takes time | |
| defeat the purpose let me greet you | |
| better yet say the name and I' ma meet you | |
| PHD with a see through | |
| did he pay? so we move | |
| baby girl just speak smooth | |
| haters hate what we do | |
| paper chasing for thee group | |
| Well let me go back to front, front to back | |
| in her face did I do that? | |
| get the philly' s and the green from the back | |
| got the good game from the breeze and the macks | |
| to the mall and yes, gotta ball, gotta dress | |
| domp hat with the rest | |
| head shoes and the vest clothes that I | |
| suppose that I put em all to the test | |
| but you can never be me though | |
| you can learn as we grow | |
| spittin game with a neat flow | |
| but i never play games turn around pretty cheap hoes | |
| CD' s where the weed go? | |
| and i love the way she ride and collide with her deap throat | |
| remember me in the CADI double L we ride | |
| down the ave and the AC' s high | |
| you can walk or do you wanna ride | |
| get high, you and I uhhuh | |
| Mic check 1 2, and it' s all for you | |
| Chorus |